Jacques' new form stopped at this midway point, becoming no more than a wolfman. She wasn't sure if he actually became a wolf, or not, but whatever he became, this was plenty scary and she really didn't want to stick around for the final stage, whatever it might be.
Green-yellow eyes stared up at her. There was a definite canine look to his face, now; the muzzle more elongated with very large canine teeth. He had taken on a threatening, if not hideous look. His posture, too, had a positively evil poise to it, as if he were ready to strike at any given moment.
The small hairs on the back of Zofia's arms and neck spiked. There was that split second where she could feel the air around herself dredged in danger. Poised with one foot on the riser, just above the other, her muscles coiled to b
